• the moon sleeping with the star
    i ever think he is so far away

    i look through my window at night
    as if i saw a black cat

    my girl she is gone
    and yet she be here at dawn

    i have the dreadful curse
    the dreadful curse of hate

    my girl was mean b***h
    i told her not to be a witch

    now i lay in bed
    all i know is she be to my funeral burning_eyes ...
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